#search: blind to characters' chemistry

[kdramalands]

they are the main couple, right?

right?

[marimayscarlett]

Hi hallo 👋

Please please please!!! Gush about Vampire!Richard!!! That new photo we got on Sunday was so incredibly sexy and I love hearing your thoughts about Richard!!

Thank yooouuuu ❤️❤️

Hi 👋🏼 (writing prompts incoming I'll never use since well. I'm not a writer yet I have too much imagination for my own good)

Thanks a lot for this ask! A while ago, I got a similar one which got lost on the way into my drafts, so I'm glad I get a second chance to delve into my made up lore for my beloved elderly vampire lord 🦇 So very subjective and personal imaginary facts about vampire!Richard incoming:

Vampire!Richard is an everlasting part of my obsession over him, and 'I'm still alive' really changed my brain chemistry further more in that regard - before it was mostly Völkerball!vampire!Richard, who ruled over my darkest fantasies, drawing me ever deeper into his spell:

In this version, he is in my mind a slightly arrogant but so charming, self-assured young vampire, recklessly spirited and hardly containable, propelled by success, hungry for more - and he fundamentally sees mostly the positive aspects in his immortal existence, which he savors to the fullest extent.

However, at times he falls into melancholic phases, reminiscing about his mortal life and pondering what might have become of him had he not fallen into the clutches of eternal existence.

And yet, I have to admit, with the release of “I'm still alive”, my attention was definitely turned to the senior vampire lord, who immediately captivated me.

Here, Richard strikes me as an educated and worldly gentleman who has a sense of restlessness about him. He appears to have a great demeanor, is confident in himself and knows how charmingly he has to approach people to get what he wants, and yet he carries a certain melancholy with him, some thoughts and memories never seem to quite leave him and which hint at a troubled past. Although he is no longer subconsciously searching for the ultimate sense of immortal life like the young vampire!Richard, he still doesn't seem to be entirely at peace with his past and himself.

Since my brain won't shut up and I had wonderful support by @dandysnob in the quest of working out some thoughts on a background story for elderly vampire lord!Richard a possible origin story for him - of course based entirely subjective on our fantasies around the topic of vampires in general and Richard in this role speficically:

He was born in the late Middle Ages/early Renaissance (around the late fifteenth century) into a fairly well-off, but not overly wealthy family in the northern region of the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nation - so he had a good start in life, but had to make something of himself to succeed in life.

His ambitious and inquisitive character enabled him to make a name for himself as an intelligent and knowledgable scholar, particularly in the field of art, rare artifacts and, to a certain extent, music research (music was part of the 'septen artes liberales', a canon of seven subjects of study which was very important during which were very important in antiquity and the Middle Ages).

On one of his travels, which led him to the region of Transylvania in Romania due to research on architecture and paintings, something happened that would change Richard's life forever - something he wouldn't have expected at the age of about 50. On the way back from a day trip to the Prejmer fortified church (Church Fortified by Tartlau), his carriage was ambushed on the road through the forest - Richard himself doesn't know exactly what happened, but he woke up after what seemed like a long period of unconsciousness and hasn't been the same since. The changes were gradual - daylight began to blind him unbearably, he became more irritable, had an unbearable hunger, suddenly much sharper senses, and an inexplicable desire to go for the jugular of his fellow human beings.

The following years and decades were difficult for Richard. He distanced himself more and more from his fellow beings and began, through research, to slowly but surely discover what had happened to him. Humanity had less and less space in his life; the vampiric nature gave him a feeling of omnipotence and a hunger that made him completely ruthless towards human life. He deliberately embarked on many journeys to conceal the fact that he no longer aged and to disguise his consumption of humans as a source of sustenance. Changing names became commonplace, and at every university where he began as a scholar, he provided a new name. Thus, he traveled extensively throughout the world, learning more and more about the dark hidden world. Despite the immortality and invulnerability he now enjoyed, Richard was internally torn - on one hand, he managed to keep his private escapades under covers and presented himself outwardly as a distinguished scholar; on the other hand, he missed human life with its true emotions and loved ones deeply.

In the 19th century, he arrived in Victorian London and found his way into high society, moving in similar circles to Lord Byron and his companions. He had always sworn two things to himself: firstly, never to let serious feelings for anyone else arise, as it simply did not fit his lifestyle, and secondly, never to seek victims whose deaths would arouse suspicion - so no woman from the nobility or a similar standing. Until one day, he fell in love with a young woman who was just as enamored with ancient objects, art, and music as he was. Even though he knew this could have no future, he could not resist and courted her, with great success - until one night (she knew of his dark secret and yet loved him deeply) he lost control and accidentally weakened his beloved so much with his thirst for blood that she died in his arms. In her final breaths, she appealed to his humanity, urging him to see that life offers so much if only he allows it.

This experience tore him apart internally, yet it also gave him back the willpower he had lacked for over 300 years. Once again, he swore to leave behind the matter of feelings and emotional relationships, and to exercise more caution, moderation, and compassion - as much as possible as a vampire. After the experience in London with his beloved, he naturally had to leave that place and became restless once again. After further travels, he eventually landed in 21st century New York, where the cultural sector thrived with museums, theaters, film, and music, alongside a flourishing supernatural underworld. Outwardly, he was a successful art dealer, a generous patron of musicians and opera houses, and an expert for museums; secretly, he quickly became known as the most influential and powerful vampire in the city, one best not crossed - a rise akin to Scarface, yet far more sophisticated.

Here we are now - an accomplished man with a successful career, centuries of experience behind him, yet he's filled with melancholy, partial bitterness, constantly struggling with his fate. Whether he will ever find complete fulfillment and happiness again...

a possible continuation can be found in the second part.

[sincericida]

Serious question, I know its an unpopular opinion and I dont mean to defend kate or anything like that, but why does everyone hate kate? Like she does not like kids, so what? Does everyone have to like kids? Her job ?? Well lets just admit that no job is not awful in a way or two? Her personality, well thats not something to HATE someone for, you can dislike them but hate is a strong word. The road kill animal collection well, its ames collection. Also everyone is blaming andrew for him and ellie falling apart as friends. Even though nothing proves that, and ellie is sus for being friends and staying friends with someone who has that collection I mentioned. Beside she was friends with kate and even promoted her jewlery and spells, do you think andrew is to blame for socializing with someone like kate but ellie is not for befriending her and ames. Also the being married 4 times part is a little harsh, like so what if people married and divorced many times doesnt make them evil. And non monogamous thing, lots of people have open relationships that also does not make them evil. I just do not see how she is worse than any other woman who date a celeb for the money and attention. Every one knows that most people who date celebs date them for this reason, why is kate in particularly so awful in everyone eyes. And some clients said bad things about her service, okay well who doesn't have people who have a bad thing or two to say about their business or service. Again I am not trying to defend kate. I get it she is annoying and her job is just ridiculous but does that really justify all the hate she recieves from the fandom?? What am I missing here? Is there any reason that I dont know about? Fans says he looks unhappy and worse than ever, well he seems fine to me, the only thing is that he doesn't seem to have any chemistry with kate. They just don't give off couple vibe. But nothing seems as alarming as fans make it seem. So what am I missing here?

They have been listed on this blog, on more than one occasion (just search for the inboxs answered here), all the red flags and character flaws of this woman, who could potentially ruin Andrew’s life when he comes out on the other side of this. If you still want to be blind to the facts, it’s your choice.

[chilapis]

i just wanted to say that 1) i hope ur resting well and 2) im so enamored by the extensive analysis of both tartaglia's character and how you think he'd smell like i wish i had enough knowledge abt perfumes to do that myself ALSO i did NOT know there was a "tartaglia "perfume"" which is so endlessly funny to me ? even funnier how it doesnt match him as a character at all. they should just contact you to make his perfume instead for a new perfected release. also i thought that the one that had a handle that resembled a blade was really really cool and its rly interesting to see ur thoughts abt what he'd wear i chuckled imagining it as if u were giving him a whole presentation about what perfume you think he Should wear . sorry for rambling in ur inbox that whole post was just so cool

CLARA, hello! This is so sweet, hi; I hope you’ve been well. ♥️ Not to worry, I fell asleep literal . moments after sending the post because I was physically fighting for my life by the time I reached the conclusion.

Perfumes are quite easy to figure out if you know the basics of what you’re looking for. Is it masculine or feminine? Is it a clean scent or a dirty one? Is it floral, gourmand, woody, marine, leathery, something else — what is it? Search what type of notes make up such a scent. If you have any perfumes you really like (that is in your possession and you have experience with) or want something similar to, search that perfume up. Read up on the notes while you’re wearing the perfume and see if you can smell them; familiarise yourself with those scents. Find out what those notes symbolise, what they invoke, what effect they hold.

If you want a scent but have no “reference” perfume to work off of, that’s fine; follow all the steps prior to it. Search up perfumes that follow your description, but be careful to not buy a perfume entirely on the basis of its notes or ingredients. It’s always preferred to actually try the perfume out rather than blind-buy, because it might smell different to you or on you (because, again, personal body chemistry & body odour).

For example, I mentioned Russian leather as one of the “close but no cigar” special mentions; its notes include cedar, nutmeg, tonka bean, guaic; this leads you to imagine a warm, woody, spicy, scent. But it is not; I tried it in a fragrance store (I went to find Ocean leather, tried like seven different fragrances, and then left the place with Iberian leather which I am SO delighted with, it is such a thick and heavy scent I’m in love) and it wasn’t… spicy at all; it also had a few floral notes, such as rosemary and Pathouli, but I couldn’t smell the florals either. The basil, mint, pine and sage were TOO strong and it reflected a very, very… green mood. Maybe something that’d be a strong contender for Al-Haitham, but not really Ajax, and we don’t care about anyone except Ajax here so.

So I recommend just picking out a few fragrances that seem promising from their notes and accords, and then going to a physical store and confirming them for yourself before the purchase. Do not be afraid to ask if you can try out different scents there; I promise it’s all right to take your time deciding rather than making a quick, on-spot decision.

The presentation part is so funny to me though. Average Chilapis date. Me and the bad bitch I bagged through my autistic tendencies or however that meme goes.

I’m sick and tired of everyone treating Ajax like “oh my god my boyfriends so crazy 🥺” first of all, that’s my husband you harlot. And second of all I’m crazier than him. I will literally hold him in place and sniff him after dousing this man in perfume to see if it fits. And that’s not even MENTIONING the skincare routine and hygiene products I have to introduce this man to. I could not care less if you wish to conquer the world, you’ll do so smelling and looking good. This is peak Chilapis dynamic. v

[butmakeitgayblog]

I can’t believe I’m saying this but I do kind of understand what Harry Styles was saying about gay sex scenes because sex scenes with men are always so ROUGH 😭 With het and MLM scenes I typically have trouble believing that they actually have any feelings for each other beyond Horny because the whole time I’m just like damn dude are you even trying to make it good for them cause it’s not all about you!!!

And then like you said we get a hard cut to two girls doing nothing more than laying in bed holding the covers over their titties and I feel infinitely more chemistry and love between them than basically any sex scene with a man 😂 Have men in the industry not got the memo that sex doesn’t always have to be getting railed until you can’t walk but rather there are many ways to have sex and it can in fact often be a loving and dare I say cute experience??? If there’s gonna be a sex scene I want it to show something about the characters and their relationship, how they treat and care for each other (or not 😬) not… whatever tf the scene in TLFOAH was. Wasn’t sexy, didn’t contribute anything, super out of place… ugh

Well, respectfully idk about all that. I mean I think there have been sex scenes involving men that are perfectly lovely and loving in their depiction, it's just unfortunate that those don't tend to be the stories Hollywood dork ass loser execs want to portray 😒 they all want rough sex and violence and exploitation

And really I don't even necessarily blame the actors. I mean yes it's their performance, but I assume they're mostly being directed on how to shoot these scenes. I believe most, if not all, sex scenes these days have choreographers that break every movement and touch down beat by beat to try and do away with any variables that could mess up a shot or give opportunities to less savory actors trying to pull shit in scenes that make stuff weird.

And that's where my bitching and complaining comes in! Lol because now they have no excuse. There's no excuse for the bullshit that gets peddled and is so obviously made salacious on purpose rather than loving.

Like this scene for example.

It could have actually been worth a damn. A sex scene could have worked here, if they had not been thinking "hmmm ho how can we make this as sexy as possible so whoever's boyfriend that's being made to watch this with will get their dick hard", and actually used it as a vehicle for the plot and for character development. I would've been completely for it. If they had slowed down and taken a few beats to show him being sweet with her, show him lovingly kissing her, maybe a few smiles or intense looks while they slowly undressed each other, moments where he stops just to look into her eyes and build that connection. Have the rhythm of the sex be slow and sweet, as though he's giving her tenderness and caring that she hadn't had before - that she's so obviously been searching for in all her pain and trauma and abandonment. That would've been amazing! BECAUSE THEN! You jump forward to the beach scene only a few moments later, and you see that veneer crack. You see the beginnings of his ugliness and his abuse start to emerge.

How much more impactful would that have been?

That stark contrast. That immediate shift that would've felt like the rug was yanked right out from under the viewer and Alice both.

To move between these scenes of seeing her falling into him, thinking '*sigh* Finally. Finally, here's someone who cares about me. Here's someone who will be soft with me. Here's someone who will protect me, help me heal, give me the love that's been stolen from me over and over again in my life. Here's my safety.'

And then... you see him change.

That would've totally been so effective and speak to the characters and the blossoming of their relationship, and how someone can be so blinded by emotions that they don't see the danger signs right in front of them. It would've built such a more solid foundation for why Alice would make excuses and exceptions for him and his behavior, because we'd know that she'd already have this love story written in her head fROM THE SEX SCENE

But no.

Nope.

Uh uh.

Gratuitous boinking always wins and I just

[esta-elavaris]

Hi! Groves annon again. Huh, I know nothing of the actor and since I have a severe case of face blindness I probably imagine him very different from how he looks anyway ^^' In regards to actors names and personality I live under the biggest rock. Sucks, but the character is cool so. Yeah.

I am very glad that you plan to write more for him! I am going through the Groves tag on Ao3 and Tumblr like a raccoon in a trash can searching for bits and hey, I am not about to complain if you put a cake on a silver plate in there. Jokes aside though, I am definitely going to read all of it and am very much looking forward to whatever you come up with for him!

Ahaha I relate to that - I'm not face blind, but every so often I see a photo of the character in his specific case and I'm like "huh, that's not what I picture when I write". But yeaaah, everything I know about the actor's situation has been against my own will, it was a big thing in the Dragon Age fandom when it all went down. Like, I don't actively seek out info on the lives of the actors because? It's none of my business? They're not the characters? But it was all like, court cases and harrassment against former partners and some pretty unpleasant shit, so it took a while to push that from my mind when I wrote Groves. Buuuut I digress.

The important thing is that Groves remains a happy unproblematic king, and I'm excited to dig into stories with him! When I wrote CTW I was fixing to spray him and Theodora with water if they didn't stop having chemistry, and it'll be so nice to write her in a pairing with him where there's no "he's madly in love with another woman tho" aspect! I'm very excited about the pirate OC, too, I already know how they're going to meet and it's super cute. In its own way.

The cake is not yet baking, but the eggs and the flour are in the pantry for sure 😭💜 I think it'll fill a great void when FTT is finished.

[murraybaumandetectiveagency]

I try not to get blinded by my love for Byler and cry "Byler endgame!" without actually going through all the evidence for and against Byler. I am a lesbian, I very much look for queer romance in everything that I watch. I want representation because I relate so much more when it's same sex couples. I can still enjoy shows without it, but my brain is wired to search for the gays. So I know that I am biased when I look at these things.

At the same time I also know that someone who is straight might not see the queer coding and messages in the same light. They don't have the same experience as a queer person. Yes, a lot of straight people ship Byler and might root for them to be endgame, but I still don't think they can understand it as deeply as someone who is queer.

At the same time, I know that for a straight couple to be interesting to me they need to really prove it. Think about the amount of movies where you instantly know that two characters will get together even though they have no chemistry at all or never is shown to actually begin to form a relationship. Action movies does this a lot. Sloppy writing. I'm not saying ST does this but if you compare a couple like Joyce and Hopper, which I've been rooting for since season 1, they really got me engaged in this ship even though it's not really in my nature to ship straight ships. When Robin showed up in S3 I really didn't feel anything between her and Steve and I was so afraid when the moment would come when they would be forced together because it so obviously didn't work. But then Robin was a lesbian and I cried happy tears because finally Stranger Things had a character that I related to. They actually dared to make her a lesbian when the romance angle didn't work (fyi they planned for her to be a love interest at the beginning but changed their minds and made her gay).

My point is that we all have different viewpoints and we have to be careful not to get blinded by our biases. I will see gay before straight and straights will see straight before gay. It's quite natural actually.

So I have decided to make it a point to find arguments against Byler and to some extent even for Mileven. By doing so I can help myself see it from a different angle and see if the proof we have for Byler to be endgame actually holds up. Because as my first ever post on this blog said - I am terrified of being queerbaited again. #johnlocktrauma

[dykeza]

As the person who became your mutual through Kisuke mpreg, I feel it only right that I'm the person who jumps on this grenade. Plus it gives me an excuse to gush about your writing and I love doing that (gotta break out my business suit/briefcase again).

I'll talk about your writing with Mayuri, Akon and Kisuke (just post-tybw, Nemu is still a brain). Honestly the fact that people can breathe so much humanity into Mayuri, an incredibly psychopathic and deranged, otherwise evil, character is insane to me. I really enjoy your characterization of him because it felt really in-character while also heightening the love for Nemu that we never really got to see in the canon story (that's why his sudden protectiveness over her in the Pernida fight didn't land quite right with me, nice as it was; it just came out of nowhere). His extreme denial over Nemu being dead even when he's holding the remnants of her brain is great- absolutely destroyed me, and really helps strengthen the idea that Mayuri loved Nemu so much- more than just as a physical manifestation of his success in the scientific field, but as an actual daughter. I also really enjoy the relationship he has with Akon (Twelfth Division my beloved) and how familiar they are with eachother- you really nail the idea that Akon grew up working under this man, and that Akon was the only person Mayuri really confided in, having experienced similar things to him (the Maggot's Nest, Kisuke's exile, etc). You really nail the closeness in the division too, with how much Akon cared about Nemu (the sibling dynamic was not one that I expected and destroyed me emotionally so thank you for that) and how Kisuke was the first person he ran to get help from when he couldn't get through to Mayuri. The scene with Kisuke in the tent was great too- I loved that little moment with Shinji crying outside of his tent, and Kisuke cracking a (terrible) joke that he all but begs Akon to laugh at because of course Kisuke would joke about his blindness moments after waking up. He's Kisuke. I also love how he knew about Nemu, despite the two of them (seemingly) never having met in the canon story- of course, he and Mayuri weren't having passionate gay sex in the canon story either, so he'd probably have met her sneaking out Mayuri's window at 2am once. I love the confrontation with Mayuri, where you can tell that Kisuke genuinely cares about him, and that Mayuri, for all his aggression, has something of a soft spot for Kisuke, at least. AND THEN Kisuke mentioning Ururu at the end, and how she wants to become a shinigami, and the throughline to your last work about Mayuri & Akon where Mayuri doesn't want Akon to become a lieutenant and have to through his life away for Soul Society; we love callbacks. Mayuri resenting having to become a shinigami is so in-character for him, and honestly makes me wonder why he let Nemu become his lieutenant- I can't imagine she went through the Academy, although that would open up the funny image of Mayuri having to attend parent-teacher conferences and the like. I'm getting off track- the work was really really good!! I really enjoyed how deep the chemistry in the Twelfth Division goes, and how you nailed the weird family-dynamics in play (Mayuri and Kisuke's weird divorced energy, Akon and Nemu having been raised in this environment, the latter having been born in the Twelfth, etc)

I'm pretty sure that's eight sentences. I don't wanna go back and check. Also I couldn't search Kisuke's tag either, nor your art tag, which made this process a bit trickier because I had to rely on art/writing I reblogged.

I get to pick the father, lucky me. Uhhhh. I'm torn between Mayuri OR a Mamma Mia situation with Fruit Smoothie, where there are three men and nobody knows who the actual father is. The latter sounds funnier honestly. I'll leave it up to you which tho, since you only technically asked for one father and I don't wanna make you do extra work if you don't want to :)

Anyway this was cursed as fuck and I have to submit this ask before I get the chance to regret it goodbyeeeee

It took me 5 minutes to collect myself from scream laughing on the floor because I did Not expect to actually get an ask. But Fawn Fawnatrix, the mutual acquired through Kisuke mpreg jokes, comes in with the steel chair. Thank you for this beloved 8-10 sentences I don’t know why my search function is acting up, maybe it’s Tumblr forcefully trying to silence mom Kisuke enjoyers. Anyways Mamma Mia time.

[islaluvsbones]

hahaha this post pissed me off (probably controversial rant under the cut)

"exactly like dont interact with it then" I CANT. BECAUSE NOBODY TAGS THEIR SHIT PROPERLY. i can't find NORMAL ANYTHING anymore on ao3 because its all flooded with sans au ensembles and shit. and nobody tags them as "alternate universe: _____" so, its actually quite IMPOSSIBLE to avoid.

yeah there are some aus i like, but notice how they aren't the ones that only focus on sans??!! i have to search through a sea of garbage sansxsans au stuff to actually find fics and comics about undertale.

"without aus the game wouldn't last 2 years" CRAZY TAKE. you guys are so blinded by all this mischaracterized single focused TRASH that you cant possibly understand how much of a timeless work undertale is. the lore and secrets are so rich, and there are sooo many great characters to focus on. i am a 7 year long fan of undertale and my love for it has grown stronger over time, without the help of aus. did i dabble in some? yes, and i still do (rarely.) but god, don't you ever get bored??? this is literally the same guy interacting with HIMSELF in DIFFERENT CLOTHES. if ur gonna make au stuff, please spice up your aus/au fics with other UT characters i beg you.

and YEAH. i do believe aus ruined the fandom to an extent. that corner of the fandom is where controversy and problems are BORN. ive lost so many of my fave fic writers/comic makers to aus because they turned into proshippers and stopped writing actually good stuff. how are you gonna swap out a ship between 2 entirely different characters with good chemistry for a sans x sans ship thats INSANE to me. and the mischaracterization from the au fandom drives me absolutely wild.

it makes me so sad to see new fans only knowing the new sans au stuff or poorly plotted undertale things instead of some of the classic masterpieces i grew up with. sometimes i watch those undertale reaction gacha videos and get SOOO sad and disappointed when they only react to aus and weird fangames/bad comics that are so inaccurate it hurts.

i wanna guide them in the right direction to some actually good stuff so they realize how great the game is completely ON IT'S OWN. can barely find good content anywhere anymore. i wish i was a little older when undertale came out so i could fully experience it in its prime days. i love undertale but being younger made me late to the party. i still saw most of the classic stuff early on tho so yesss! (got into the fandom in early 2017 and that story is hilarious)

anyway enough talk about me lol.

i could talk about this for hours but this post is getting long and my fingers are getting tired. sorry for my ritual essay long rant that most likely no one will see, but sometimes u gotta have ur hot takes and yell about them even if nobody's listening. thanks, have a very undertale day!

[raybizzle]

"The Old Settler" (2001) is a made-for-television drama aired on PBS. Debbie Allen directed the movie, and Shauneille Perry wrote the screenplay. The film is an adaptation of John Henry Redwood's 1998 play under the same title. Allen stars in a film with her sister Phylicia Rashad for the first time. They worked together previously in the films "Polly" and "Polly Comin' Home," but Allen only directed while Rashad starred in the film. Allen and Rashad's natural sisterly bond provided excellent chemistry for their characters, mainly because the film's premises involved the relationship between the two sisters.

In the film, an 'old settler' was a saying in the 1940s that meant a woman approaching 40, unmarried, with no prospects. Elizabeth (Rashad) is the landlord of a young man from the South who came to Harlem searching for his beloved (Crystal Fox), that ran off. However, Husband (Bumper Robinson) begins to court Elizabeth, and the relationship between them evolves much to the disagreement of Elizabeth's sister Quilly (Allen).

Historically, PBS televised stageplays and films adapted from novels. "The Old Settler" is similar to some of the plays aired in the 1970s. A film between a mother and daughter called "Sty of the Blind Pig" (1974) has a familiar sentiment as "The Old Settler." Both plays examine the life positions of middle-aged black women who try to find love in their life. The films are genuine in their attempts to convey their messages, and the actors do an excellent job capturing your attention.

"The Old Settler" is a masterclass in acting and storytelling. It's a worthy film to explore, with many layers to analyze. I recommend this movie for viewing.

Director: Debbie Allen Writer: Shauneille Perry

Starring Phylicia Rashad, Debbie Allen, Bumper Robinson, Crystal Fox, Bebe Drake, Ella Joyce, Paul Mooney, Randy J. Goodwin, Steven Smith, Michael Ralph, Steven Smith

Storyline Quilly (Allen) has separated from her husband and has moved in with her unwed sister Elizabeth (Rashad), an "old settler." Quilly is dismayed that her sister has rented a room in their apartment to a handsome young man named Husband Witherspoon (Bumper Robinson), who has traveled from South Carolina in search of his sweetheart Lou Bessie (Crystal Fox). Unable to fit into Lou's fast-paced lifestyle, he courts Elizabeth, who is much older, causing tension between the two sisters.

Available on DVD and streaming services

[therapy-ghost]

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 ; 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 (1/4)

This series will go on for 4 parts, but if there is any character you would wish to see that is not on the list; comment or send it to the inbox and I will get to it :)

This first part is for all the students you meet during the introduction of the game in each house WARNING: THIS HAS SLIGHT SPOILERS!

Sebastian Sallow

Darin thinks he's fun to be around. He's like a brother to her; they have good chemistry but they will argue. Will fight anyone that tries to discourage him from helping Anne; even if she doesnt think its possible.

Ominis Gaunt

Gossip buddies; with Ominis being blind, his senses are heighten, so he heres alot of gossip from people and sometimes Darin likes to her that stuff. Empathises with him over his family trauma and is sometimes his illegal therapist. Adores him very much.

Imelda Reyes

Absolutely cant stand her; hates her with all her being. Darin doesnt hate many peole cause its such a strong word but she cant even begin to discribe how much she wants the punch her in the face.

Gareth Weasley

Absolutely loves him; he’s so funny to her. She would commit multiple crimes for him to be happy. Has been a test subject to his potions and has helped with them. Thinks he diserves the moon, but all she could get him was an ashwinders egg.

Nellie Oggspire

Adventure buddies who? Her and Nellie arent to close but when they are together, its because their either on the courtyards roof or simply telling stories to each other. Darin finds nellie to be a very interesting person and enjoys her company.

Cressida Blume

Finds her somewhat annoying: doesnt like how she talks so nastily about people and expectes she'll be fine. Her charms work is interesting... but Darin doesnt find it amusing; kinda lazy.

Samantha Dale

Plant parents! They both will bring their plants outside for little meet ups; like those moms that site at the park as their kids run mahem. Samantha and Darin will mainly just talk about classes and the books for said classes.

Amit Thakkar

Wholesome boy; must protect wholesome boy. she enjoys that he is teaching her about astronomy and the constolations. once she finished the constolation boards, she went straight to him about them. they do knowledge exchanges; astronomy for Beast keeping.

Everett Clopton

Cant really say she dislikes him, but doesnt like his pranks. Connects with him on the whole Imelda thing; shared hatred of her. Tries to stop him from using those stink bombs but has failled; several times. Everett is fine to be around, but Darin wont be around him voluntarily.

Lenora Everleigh

Loves being around her; she's alot of fun to be around and Darin enjoys the riddles and puzzles she does. they go around the castle searching for the moths together. they're study partners.

Aurthur Plummly

Has shown him some animals like mooncalf's and nifflers; is also trying to help with the 'convincing my mother to get me a pet' plan. Bonus piece is that her owl will just sit on him.

Adelaide Oakes

her sister from another mister; wants to help her in everyway she can with her uncle. Finds her adorable and the most precious person in hogwarts(other then deek). Beat the crap out of the goblins that kidnapped her uncle

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS: if their are any request for this mini series or just writing, please do not hesitate to send it in, my ask box is empty right now!

[valberryjuice]

i watched both witcher seasons last year and going into it blind the fandom really made me think the focus of the story is jaskier following geralt arround

getting into the show i loved yennefer and all the female characters and searching for fanart or even gifs from the show I realized it was an endless tumblr sexyman situation over and over to the point i have to mute jaskier / joey batey

and its like.. I get it a lot of people are heterosexual or are into the average white male that may or may not have chemistry with Geralt which i get! i do! all my support to the ship

but its so frustrating to try and look for gifs of the show and only see Jaskier say the same 3 witty lines over and over it makes me feel like 2011 superwholock tumblr

[spideyspeaches]

Twisted steel and sex appeal ↬ p.p

A/N: HEYYY It's mee remember? :D Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me ;) This is a suuuper late submission for @starksparker and @cunaeparker 's writing challenge lj;sl also thank @justapurrcat for being an ANGELL <3<3

Summary: There was something different about Peter Parker, and you were gonna find what it was till your last breath.

Warnings: little smutty (18+ only!), smoking. morally grey characters? mentions of Sk*p Wescott and the thing he did, let me know if I miss something! Pairing: College!Peter Parker x College!Reader (grey?)

WC: 4.9k

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"Spider-man's name… Spider-man’s name is Peter Parker!" the screen on time's square buzzed with static, just as Spider-man- Peter Parker's mind blazed with fury. 

New York went silent on behalf of their hero, the only sound was the blaring cacophony of J Jonah Jameson’s voice spewing what could only be said in simpler words as bullshit. 

"That's you." MJ whispered, now with her feet on the ground. Peter has never felt so blinded before. 

The crowd bustled with the excitement of first year students, each of them either frantically searching for their classes or making new friends, some who had already come in with their friends or significant others. It wasn’t like the usual high school crowd of sweaty bodies and jocks, it had a different air in itself. An air of excitement that would rival a lover’s beating heart, air full of excitement for a fresh start. 

Navigating his way through the crowded corridors, Peter finally saw his classroom for the day- Chemistry 101, nearly jumping in excitement as he entered the auditorium full of balcony seats. Looking at his surroundings, his heart clenched. 

As a major in chemical engineering, Peter was very excited for his first class. He hasn't felt this kind of excitement since he had discovered Tony Stark sitting on his ratty couch next to his aunt back in the day. 

Entering the room, he was relieved to see that he wasn't the only student there, or that the professor had not come over yet. 

Finding a bench in the back corner of the classroom, he smiled at his benchmate, shuffling his backpack and books on his bench. Sitting straight, he took a deep breath, looking up when the class went silent.  

His mind flashed to his old high school, the distinct lack of Ned's presence as he studied in CalTech was a little suffocating, the lack of his inquisitive voice leaving Peter's mind spinning. 

Friends were overrated- MJ had said, and he couldn't help but resonate with that sentence.

Or so he thought. 

“Hi.” He was startled out of his trance, nearly jumping off of his seat before he shook his head, chuckling at the giggles that brewed from.. from You.

You, Y/n L/n, were sitting behind him again, for some reason that was beyond his understanding. 

He had first met you during the orientation, you were in the same position as now- sitting behind him- giddy and chirpy and excited. Excited for a new year and a new start- a fresh start. If emotions had smells, Peter would’ve smelt the anxiety and fear in you. He would’ve smelt the excitement and the nervous energy at the prospect of starting a new milestone. 

But he didn’t. He had been more withdrawn than normal that day, because he was moving from New York, from a home he had known ever since the day he was born. The smell and taste and feel of New York was instilled in his memory- a core memory in his brain that would take stronger than a memory spell to vanish. 

So he kept quiet that day, choosing to nod and smile and respond shyly to whenever you poked his shoulders with your new pen. 

Peter has always been an extrovert his whole life- he was shy and closed, rarely talked to people- but he was an extrovert at heart. He liked having people around, having the people he loved around. There weren’t many people on his list of people, and he learned pretty quickly that the more people he added, the more they left. 

Being Spider-Man taught him a lot about his life, one of them being that he couldn't trust many people. People would fake their way into his heart and then end up tearing it apart. He learnt that the hard way in London. 

It had taken a long time for Peter to recover from the betrayal, hadn't recovered fully even, but for some reason, he felt attracted to you. You had wormed your way into his small circle, he just had a hard time showing that to you. 

Peter Parker wasn't one to be emotionally constipated, he loved to display his emotions, but the shy part of him always felt too much when he tried to publicly talk to strangers. But talking to you felt… familiar. 

It felt like talking to Ned when he had first met him, like eating dinner with May every Friday and lab sessions with Mr. Stark every wednesday. It was easy and beautiful. 

He just felt weary of adding you to the list of people of the inner circle. It was like a curse around him, one that he so desperately tried to overlook despite the circumstances. The last time he had impulsively added someone to the list, they had ended up betraying him in the harshest way possible.

(Quentin Beck, he said that he would protect him. That he was a hero and not trying to replace Mr. Stark, but Peter, like the naive, sad, desperate child he was, trusted him.

No one would ever know what happened at the bridge that day, EDITH was disabled and some measly newspaper like The Daily Bugle should’ve known better than to believe that New York would ever let their favourite hero down.)

“What are you thinking about?” You whispered, snapping him from his thoughts. 

Lips twitching, Peter shook his head slightly, shoulders bunching up before turning back to the front, "none of your business."  

You frowned slightly, amused by the shy boy in front of you. Ever since you had met him during the orientation, you had been intrigued by the boy. You had seen the news, everyone in the country had, and you might have not been there to witness what spider-man had allegedly done, you knew deep in your mind that the hero could never do it.

Spider-man had been the talk of MIT ever since Peter Parker had arrived. It wasn’t news to people, and Peter hadn’t bothered covering it up either. He would leave classes to fight the villain of the week, come back bruised and injured and sleep deprived and still manage to turn in his assignments. 

The professors turned a blind eye to him, some sympathising for the hero, some were indifferent to it. Spider-man might as well be one of the biggest conspiracies since Iron Man stopped selling weapons. 

But that was not what pulled you towards him. You’ve had friends before coming to college, some flaky and some loyal. The thing about highschool students is that they’re desperate for someone to be involved in their lives- platonic or romantic. They readily accept friendships when thrown at them. 

You reasoned that Peter was one of the shy bunch- the one who had deep rooted trust issues and only revealed in having one or two close people. 

One of your flaws, if you could call them that, was that you were a people's pleaser. You unknowingly volunteered yourself to jump out of your comfort zones just to make someone comfortable. 

Sometimes it became an issue. Unfortunately (or fortunately, some would say), your case with Peter Parker was one of the many of your "can't help but try to befriend them" ones. 

You had practically made it your life's mission to befriend this boy.

(and maybe fuck him a little. Who would blame you though? those doe eyes were practically inviting you.) 

"You're always sad, and you only ever talk about your Aunt. And mentor." You try to cajole a response, being offered with silence instead. Sighing, you try again, "do you have friends?"

Sitting back on your desk, you didn't expect an answer from the silent boy in front of you, picking your pencil to lazily doodle in your notepad.

"I do." He said softly, the classroom's chatter making his words nearly inaudible.

"Do they study here?" You pried, leaning forward as if conspiratorially. 

"You ask a lot of questions." He hissed, clenching his jaw, the bone getting sharper as his muscles were pulled back. You could practically see him grinding his teeth.

"You don't talk much, someone's gotta compensate for that, so I ask enough questions for both of us." You shrugged, nonplussed by his tone. 

"We're not friends, you're not obligated to talk to the sad lonely kid." He bristled, rolling his eyes.

You rolled your eyes back at him, clicking your tongue, "I'm not that kind of person, but whatever. I was just trying to make conversation because I think you're hot." 

You could hear him smirk, back shuffling so that he was leaning against the back of his desk, nearly touching your fingers where they were dangling from yours, “you think I’m hot?”

“Nope.” you denied, a similar smirk playing on your face.

“You just said you do!”

“Don’t get cocky, I just said that to make you talk with me.” You shrugged, not really lying. This was the most conversation you had had with him. 

“What made you think I would respond to it? What if I was gay?” He snarked, finally turning to look at you.  Looking up, you nearly jumped, internally trying to calm your heart. His eyes weren’t anything you expected, you knew they were brown, but today they looked… different. More filled and dark, pupils nearly covering his hazel colored irises. His jaw was clenched, his entire posture catching you off guard, sending shivers up your spine. 

"then I have a feeling you would make a great friend." you said, hands cold as you held them under your desk. His eyes lightened a little, a small blush forming on his gaunty cheeks. 

"That's nice of you to say." He said, so quietly that you weren't sure you heard him right.

“Great.” You nodded, gulping and sitting back down. His posture slumped again, hand raising to answer the professor, as if nothing had just happened. 

Or maybe it hadn’t, you had just imagined it. Overanalyzed it. Spider-man’s origin story wasn’t a secret to anyone. You knew too many facts and now you were looking too much into the tiny gaps.

That was it. 

***

It was past midnight, and Peter was used to being tired.

With being Spider-Man, burning the ends was something he was- unfortunately accustomed to. He had always been a little unusual, sickly kid who spent more time in a hospital than a school, until a radioactive spider bit him- and that didn't make things any better.

People died, people left, muggers won and knives took residence in his body. But for some miraculous reason- one that left Tony Stark too stunned for words, Peter Parker never stopped being kind.

A mugger always found an opportunity to repent his sins, a murderer redeemed with a promise for a better life.

Villains in his life won more often than not, but Peter counted that as a victory. Until Mysterio flew into the picture. 

He didn’t need redemption for what he did though, all he did was save Europe, and what he got in return just… snapped something in him. 

And when he finally heard the satisfactory- sickly, crunch of breaking bones under his feet, he felt… he felt infinite. Spider-man always pulled his punches, but Peter Parker was tired of constantly being brought down by the people he respected in his life. 

He didn’t care what people thought of Spider-man, but as long as Matt “I’m a good lawyer” Murdock was willing to prove that Peter Parker didn’t kill Mysterio, he was good. 

The only problem was that he finally felt free. Like the air in his lungs had returned. He felt good and it made him sick to his stomach. 

Bad things happened in Peter Parker’s life, and it was about time he was paid back for it. 

Yeah, being Spider-man was exhausting, but so was being Peter Parker. 

But the thing about being him is that he found solutions. He had the blood and sweat of a scientist, so naturally, he was great at coming up with solutions. The day his head started to feel heavy? He cut his hair off to a buzz. His lungs felt suffocated? He filled them up with smoke. 

Being spider-man had its perks- he wasn’t at risk of cancer- heck, he had left that road behind the day he got bit by a damn spider. 

Besides, smoking on a lonely rooftop of a frat house felt cathartic, the spidey suit clinging to his frame, moist air not nearly as suffocating as the scalding taste of tar in his mouth. He was used to being alone these days, the only people he talked to was Ned, MJ and his family. 

At least he thought he only talked to them. 

“One of those cancer sticks takes six minutes of your life, I saw you smoke three of them in succession, that’s eighteen minutes.” You chirped, sitting beside him as he continued to stare ahead. 

“Did you get that from Criminal Minds?” He rolled his eyes, finally looking at your grinning face. You looked like you had woken up and come straight to the rooftop, hair ruffled and clothes wrinkled. 

"Welp, aren’t you educated in your pop culture?” You smirked, swinging your legs as you held onto the railing. You were grateful for the rail bars, the sheer height of the house’s roof (though not much) made you nervous.

Scoffing, he stabbed the bud beside him, clutching at the rails with a white knuckled grip, “how long have you been watching me, you creep?” He said without heat. His heart fluttered in a way that hadn't since the day with MJ at the London Bridge. 

You hummed in consideration, “about ten minutes now.” 

Snorting, he took a breath of fresh air, snuggling his face between the railings, looking up to see the barely peeking stars.

"What's your motive?" He asked finally, Spidey-sense alerting him of you suddenly going still, your eyes landing on him.

"I don't know. Maybe I just want to know you better. I've never really had a boyfriend before." You answered honestly, sighing at the words that came out of your mouth, whispering your next sentence, "and that also means that I'm still a virgin." 

(Lies. You weren’t proud of it, but you liked the way his eyes sparkled at the words.)

Peter's ears perked, a smirk claiming his face as he looked at you with hooded eyes, "what's so important about losing your virginity?" 

"It's just a phase of time, all the girls- you know? All they do is talk about how their first time was in the boy's bathroom at sixteen, or even freshman year of college." You shrugged, waving your hands animatedly, "when you're a girl in an American college, the hierarchy puts even more pressure on you than high school." 

"Well at least they lost it willingly. " He whispered, eyes downtrodden. Sometime between you talking and him listening, he had lit another cigarette, taking a drag and avoiding your gaze as you looked at him, realisation striking when you heard him confess. 

"I'm sorry." was all you could say, too stunned to speak as you contemplate the cruelty of this person who could ever take advantage of such an innocent soul. A sheet of depression wrapped around inside you, hands reaching his hunched frame but retrieving last minute when he involuntarily flinched. 

"it wasn't you who did it." He shrugged casually, "you- you don't have to shy from touching me though, it was a long time ago." 

Smiling, you rubbed his back slowly, getting up to sit right next to him so that the only gap between your thighs and his was the metal rail. 

"Do you wanna sneak into my dorm?" You whispered in his ear, discreetly sniffing the cologne on his neck, smiling teasingly as you opened your mom's Netflix account on your phone, showing him the home page as his eyes lit up. 

"hell yeah." is all he said, jumping up so fast it gave you a whiplash. 

"You're silly." You giggle, holding his biceps as he strutts on the roof. 

Your mind had been drifting to the brunette more often than not these days, the smell of his generic cologne intoxicating and distracting as hell. Smiling internally, you silently nodded, head on his shoulders as you saw his eyes gleaming under the screen of your laptop. 

***

The day after you had invited Peter to your dorm was the day you felt your heart racing like it was running for the gold. It had not stopped thumping, especially aching with the loud bass of the frat party you were at. 

"hot, but not my first choice." Your friend piped in, taking a sip from her solo cup. 

Squinting at her, you hid your face behind your cup, mouth quirking slightly, "why not? he's got it all- cute smile, hot bod, killer hair and smarty pants." 

humming, she placed her hands on the table, looking contemplatively at Peter- the guy in question you had been staring at for the past half hour.

You were at a party- not your typical scene, but you liked to attend once in a while to de-stress (or to keep yourself in the good books of the sorority, depending on who asked). You had to practically drag Peter out of the hermit cave he called his dorm, the sheer smell of sweaty recently legal boys nearly making you gag. 

He had resisted at first, finally caving when you threatened to burn his books with his own lighter. 

The party in itself wasn't much different from what Hollywood showed- people kissing, touching, drinking and slurring, lights blinding you, yet you found yourself in a corner with your friend, drinking the so-so labelled non-alcoholic punches.  

“I’ve heard stuff about him.” She whispered, raising her eyebrows as if indicating a conspiracy, making you huff.

"ooh yeah he saves cats from trees, so dangerous." You roll your eyes. 

“I don’t know girl, after the whole Mysterio shit went down, people talked. And they talked about how Spider-man stopped pulling his punches.” She shrugged. Looking at you, she leaned her head on your shoulder, circling her hand around yours. 

“I mean, if I had gone through half the shit he has, if sources are right,” You nod, biting your lip as you caught his eye from the other side of the room, shuddering at his gaze, “and that's a big "if"...  it’s only a matter of time he goes apeshit. Besides, he only does that to criminals.” 

“Yeah, maybe, whatever,” she shrugged, slightly slurring as she lifted her solo cup, “at least he’s hot, fuck those biceps.” sighing, she plopped her head against your shoulder, peppering tiny drunken kisses against your shoulder.

“How did you get drunk on a non alcoholic punch?!” You wondered, ignoring the goosebumps you felt on your skin, imagining how his lips would feel on your skin. 

"I snuck in whiskey." She smirked, lifting her empty solo cup and "drinking" from it. Plopping her against your arm as you lift her, your eyes flit over to his figure. 

His back was to you, but you could see the shiny lighter in his pocket, poking out of his jeans as he walked towards the back door.

His senses gave him trouble, you had read in a magazine. You weren’t keen on keeping up with tabloids, but Spider-Man had always intrigued you. Besides, the strobe lights were hurting you, and you had normal senses. 

So you could only imagine how he felt. 

You had the sudden urge to follow him, lifting your friend higher before finding her roommate and passing her over to her. You would’ve felt bad any other day, but you weren’t feeling very morally ideal today, the overly sweet punch and the blinding lights and the stupid lighter in Peter Parker’s pocket making you want to follow him everywhere he went.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the beats of the party reverberating in your ears, dulling as you close the door behind you, only to be chest to chest with Peter, nearly jumping in the air as he spoke;

“Took you long enough.” His smile soft under the small moon light. He leaned against the concrete of the building, fidgeting with the lighter in his hand, the clicking noise distracting you from the weirdly hypnotic flame surrounding the invisible wick. 

"Were you waiting for me or were you eager to get out of the party?" You huffed, leaning against the wall, propping a leg behind you.

You saw him shrug, "both I guess? The lights were hurting my eyes and you looked like you needed help there." 

Chuckling, you leant your head on his shoulder, not unlike how your friend had. Inhaling his scent, you felt yourself calm at the mix of nicotine, a little bit of the Chemistry lab and just the general smell of college hobo who lives on instant ramen and advil- a smell you had associated with him. 

His scent was overwhelming, you noticed, like it was a bait to trap an animal, but comforting at the same time. You swore you felt a fire within you, a little hesitant but pulling you towards him nonetheless. 

Gosh how long you had waited and waited for this moment, uncertain if he was even interested in you enough to converse with you on a normal day when you were not high off frat house and catchy music swaying your hips.

The air was cold but humid at the same time, and you were itching to get out of your clothes. Parties weren't your thing, and Peter seemed to have the same idea as you.

Because next thing you knew, your lips were kissing his with a fiery haste, your fingers tangled in his soft curls as his hands roamed around your body in a haste that surprised you, nimble fingers scrambling to reach under your clothes, exploring your skin in a fiery hot touch. 

"Wanna take this inside?" He panted, eyes dark under the dim street light, one of your legs already jammed in his grip as he lifted you. 

You could already feel yourself getting wetter as he displayed his strength, lost in his soft, tiny lips. 

You'd heard a lot of stuff about Peter Parker- top of the class, hot lab assistant, shy nerd who rarely attended a social event. 

But this, this was something new, something you found yourself pleasuring in the notice that you'd be one of the few girls who's slept with Peter Parker, feeling the thrust of his member as he flopped you on some random kid's bed, hinges squeaking as you held on for dear life, nails probably leaving indents on his back. 

"You like this baby girl?" He whispered in your ears, nibbling on your sensitive lobe, eliciting a soft sound from you as he went on to bite your soft spot, "words sweetheart, use your words." 

"I like it, I like it so much Petey." You whimpered, bringing your face closer to his exposed neck, wringing your hands in his curls as he moaned softly, keeping a constant pace of his thrusts. 

"is this your… your first time?" He asked shifting ever so slightly so as to look at your scrunched face, only the contours of your face visible through the dim light of the night.

You thought about your first time back in senior year of high school, you hadn't exactly regretted it, but you weren't satisfied enough to call it your first time. 

Now, as Peter thrusted into you while looking at you with those innocent fucking doe eyes, your hands reaching up to caress his pink cheeks, you found yourself saying, "Yes" over and over again, groaning when you felt his dick hit a spot you didn't know he could reach, "Yes, Peter." 

***

"I've done things, you know." He said suddenly, the sound vibrating against your cheeks. 

"like rescue cats from trees or steal a gauntlet from a purple alien with a chin problem?" You asked, playing with the hem of the blanket. 

"I didn't know that part was public knowledge." He smirked, looking down at you.

"I'm great at guessing stuff." You muttered. 

"That's not what I'm talking about though." 

“It was you, wasn’t it?” You asked, snuggling into his chest as his hands caressed your neck, soft fingers sending ASMR worthy tingles up your head.

Kissing your forehead, he chuckled lightly, sighing back into the bed as it creaked under him, eliciting a giggle from you, “what are you talking about.”

Plopping on your elbows, your bare chest touched his, goosebumps forming on your skin as you kissed his lips, scratching his scalp with one hand, the other tracing circles around his nipples, “Mysterio, that was you, wasn’t it?” 

You could feel him tense up, hand tightening around your waist until you were sure you would be seeing bruises the next day, previous day's nicotine still present on his lips as he nipped yours with his teeth. 

Pushing him down slightly, you looked into his eyes, dark brown like the day you had seen in the classroom, pupils nearly taking up his entire irises. You heard him sigh again, biting his lips as blush rose up his cheeks, teeth grinding in frustration, “he was going to kill everyone I loved.” 

“I know baby, it’s alright,” you said softly, caressing his cheeks as his frustration kept building.

“It’s not okay.” He whispered, voice breaking as tears leaked from his eyes, falling down his cheeks as you rest your head on his chest, “Spider-man pulls his punches, he's the good guy." 

Nodding, you wiped his tears, kissing his lips softly as you tasted the salt, “Spider-man is allowed to be angry once in a while. He was going to hurt people, you saved all of those.”

“I could’ve saved him.But sometimes I feel I hurt people around me, it’s all I’m good at.” 

“You don’t know that-”

“Yes I do! I lit a match and burned everything down” His shout startled you, his chest heaving under your hand as he stared at you with tears in his eyes, “and the worst part is that… that I enjoyed it.” 

“Peter-”

“I enjoyed hearing him struggle under me, I- I could hear his heart come to a stop, just like Mr. Stark’s had, right before Dr. Strange dragged him to Wakanda. I had to hear his heart stop beating, it was so loud- and- and all the awful things he said to me that if I was better then- then Tony would be alive- and, I just, I knew that when I felt his bones break under me- it felt so good. What kind of monster does that?” He was sobbing now, entire skin flushed, eyes scrunched as he hit his head on the pillow. 

Taking pity on him, you sit up, bringing the blanket closer to your chest and run your fingers through his scalp. You could see him relax, practically purring as you continued to untangle his fluffy curls. Steeling your voice, you cupped his cheeks, urging him to look at you, your eyes dead set as you smiled at him “You did what you had to Petey, if you hadn’t killed Mysterio that night, God knows where you would've been right now.”

Sniffling, he nodded under your touch, pulling you closer to his chest, "I like where I am right now." 

***

The emotional earthquake that was your night with Peter left you pondering, striding along the walls of your campus with an inane urgency to your steps. No one was around you but a few students who thought they were big shot drug dealers, not so subtly exchanging their poisons in the light of the night. 

The night was clear, for once, stars peeking from behind the night sky, glinting like actual diamonds. But you weren't there to appreciate the beauty of the Boston night sky. 

No, you were far from appreciating the beauty of the night sky. You would be lying to yourself if you didn't say that your conversation with Peter hadn't shaken you up. You weren't yourself, too lost in lust and desire to attend to your own words.

It was like a spell had broken that night, Peter's dark brown eyes too easy to get lost in- like a brewing storm that inevitably took you in.

Too late you had realised the weight of your own words to him, how so easily they had slipped into his desired tone. 

And it scared the shit out of you. 

"You've been ignoring me." He said casually, chewing on one end of his pencil. His eyes were on you, your heart pounding at his gaze.

"I've been busy." You speak, taking a breath. You couldn't help but feel weary, thinking of all the good things Spider-man has done, and all the bad. 

"I knew it." He whispered, making you snap your eyes to look at him. His jaw was clenched, pale face flushed with heat as he looked at you with the most heart wrenching expression.

"What are you talking about?" You gulped.

"I knew I shouldn't have fucking trusted you about everything." He said, shaking his head and walking away, "fuck you."

All you could do was stand still as his words sunk in. 

A/N: Lemme know your thoughts! :D

[twinkleimagines]

*can we still be friends?*

You and Drew dated throughout high school and even college, but after college Drew decided to move to Atlanta, leaving you behind with a broken heart. Years later you find eachother by accident , and Drew wants to spark things back up.

WARNING : smut, language!

- also, this was not proof read so fair warning 😂

“ OH MY GOD!” You screamed as you looked over your recent email you had just received .

“ what?!” Your roommate yelled from her bedroom in panic. You met her in the hallway from your room, a wide grin on your face as you held your phone against your chest.

“ y/n if you don’t tell me what the hell you’re up here screaming for “ she replied before you turned your phone around facing her .

“ no fucking way “ she beamed in excitement as she read the email.

“ I got the part “ you grinned excitedly. You had been auditioning for acting parts since you had graduated college . You had gotten small one - two line scenes that paid decent but you had yet to get a big role. Today though you had gotten an email from your agent that you had gotten the role for a character on a new Netflix show called ‘ outer banks’ . You had gotten the role to be a pogue. You weren’t a main character but you were going to be definitely known on screen .

“ oh my fucking god!” She screamed out , you both jumping with excitement.

“Wait when do you start? Where are they filming?” She asked .

“ Charleston South Carolina ! It says I’m suppose to be there by tomorrow morning “ you beamed.

“ we’ll what the hell are you doing still standing here ?! Go pack! “ she demanded.

****

“Y/n you ready?” You agent asked from the Uber you were both in.

“ I am so ready” you beamed excitedly.

“ okay we’ll were meeting some of the producers and casts for a chemistry reading “ you looked over at her in confusion.

“ but I already did a chemistry reading “ you replied.

“ yes with the ‘ pogues’ “ she replied. “ your character is going to be having most her interactions with two ‘kooks’ and they just want to test the waters to see how well you guys don’t get along”. You shook your head.

“ oh, whatever “ you shrugged. It didn’t take long to get to the location that you would soon be filming at and you had honestly became overly excited.

“ Hi y/n I’m Jonas, we talked briefly over the phone a few times” Jonas said while shaking your hand.

“ yes I remember , hi!” You replied excitedly .

“ okay so I’m going to have you come into this room and then you and a couple of the other actors are just going to go over your lines , nothing to major” he reassured. You nodded in agreement following behind .

You walked in, almost stopping dead in your tracks as you scanned the room. There were three men, one you knew all too well.

“ this is Austin, Deion , and Drew.” Jonas spoke.

You didn’t hear much of what else Jonas was saying as you and Drew made eye contact, him seeming just as surprised as you. The tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife it was so thick, considering the last time you ever spoke to him ended horribly .

~~~

“ Drew” you said walking out from his bedroom at his moms house .

“ yeah princess “ he replied walking out of his mother’s kitchen towards you.

“ what’s this about Atlanta?” You asked holding up his laptop with a search history for apartments in Atlanta Georgia. He sighed nervously running his hands through his hair.

“ princess I was going to tell you” he replied stepping forward. You quickly stepped back scoffing while shaking your head .

“ tell me what drew?” It was pretty obvious what the answer was but you were angry and wanted to hear it from his own mouth. Drew sat for a second, knowing everything was about to fall apart once he told you his plans.

“ I’m moving to Atlanta “ he responded finally, his eyes lowering to to the ground. Even though you subconsciously knew what he was going to say, once he finally did it really hit you hard.

“ drew” you responded in disappointment. “ you know I have one year left in school I can’t move to Atlanta “ you replied. It was true , Drew was a year older than you . You had gotten together your sophomore year in high school while he was a junior and been together ever since. You even went to the same college as him so you guys would be together . You both were passionate on the same career which made it easier, but the fact that when it was his turn to wait on you he wouldn’t.

“ princess I know , I figured we can do a long distance thing” your eyes widened in shock.

“ Drew you’re going to be a whole state away are you serious?!”you replied, your hands thrown in the air .

“Y/n there’s no opportunities for me here , you know I’ve always wanted to go to the big cities to pursue in acting .” He replied his voice now rising as well.

“ yeah but” you responded, your voice lowering as tears began to form in your eyes. “ you’re leaving me behind” . It hurt so bad that Drew was leaving. Of course you wanted him to prosper in life but you had been doing everything and even putting some job opportunities on hold so you wouldn’t be away from him, but the one time it was his turn, you weren’t his choice .

“ y/n-“

“ no just forget it Drew. Enjoy Atlanta” you responded before leaving towards his room to pack your stuff, soon leaving Drew’s home, never speaking to him again.

~~~

“ Rafe and Callie- go ahead with your scene” Jonas asked as he pointed down to the sheet of paper going over a short scene between the two of your characters .

“ listen Callie you and your dirty pogues need to stay off of figure 8 ok” Drew spoke with hatred, looking up at you waiting for your response .

“ you know what” you replied sitting up in your seat. “ you kooks are all the same . “ you spat out . You could feel anger building among yourself , not because of getting into character, but more because of your true anger towards Drew was beginning to flow out.

“ is that so?” He relied.

“ YES Rafe!” You interrupted. “ you only care about yourself. You’re all selfish and self centered. You always get what you want no matter who gets hurt in the way” Drew sat for a second. He could tell from the look on your face that even though those words were written for Rafe, he knew you meant it directly towards him.

“ the only dirty one here is you Rafe “ you spat out, scolding him from a cross the table . You quickly were snapped out of your trance when you heard clapping from the side of you, Jonas laughing with excitement.

“ man that’s exactly what I’m talking about sweet heart!” He said pointing at you. You chuckled before glancing at Drew , seeing him almost look, upset?

—

It didn’t take you long to find your way to your trailer . All of your excitement about the new gig had gone flying out the window the moment you realized one of the cast members was the same person who shattered your heart years ago.

If we’re being honest , Drew was the reason you had made it to where you were now . Not to give him full credit , but after he chose to pursue in his career and not you, you had decided for yourself you would do nothing but make it to the top and make sure that you never chose anyone over yourself again and was all you had been doing at this point.

You sat staring at yourself in your mirror before you heard a gentle knock against your trailer.

Your stomach did somersaults as you knew exactly who it was. You hesitated for a second before you finally got up from your chair, making your way to the door. 

You rolled your eyes as you saw the tall brunette standing behind the door of your trailer . You turned away, letting him in as you went to your couch.

“ Well uhm” he spoke nervously , running his hands through his hair. You looked up at him in anger as you waited for him to respond.

“ I wanted to see you.” He responded making his way over to you. “ it’s been a while” he finished now standing directly above you. You scoffed crossing your arms .

“ you can say that” you mumbled.

“ look I know we left on bad terms-“

“ no Drew you left on bad terms. Let’s clear that up “ you interrupted standing up. Drew took a step back giving you space before nodding, looking down.

“ I understand why you’re upset . But I want you to know I wasn’t leaving you. I was just leaving North Carolina. There were bigger opportunities out there for me and I was going to get them started staying back at home. I just-“ you put your hand in the space between you and him.

“ Drew you left me “ you responded, your voice s bit softer than it was. “ I went to the same school as you so we could be together. I turned down so many opportunities for us. I put my life on hold-“

“ I never asked you to!” Drew responded finally snapping. You sat for a second, shocked at his words . “ and if we’re being honest I would’ve never ask you to” you shook your head in disbelief . Your anger was causing you to be blind to the truth Drew was saying. He was absolutely right but you had never sat back and thought about it.

“ you know what Drew” you spat out, tears beginning to form once again. “ it’s a good thing you’re playing the kook king- yanno since he’s so damn selfish”.

Drew was taken back from your words. You didn’t mean it at all but you were so built up with anger from why a happened years ago that the words just slipped out. Drew nodded his head slowly before making his way out of your trailer without another word said .

You gasped, realizing how harsh you were to him. your hand flew to your mouth as you let out sobs thinking about the words you had just said

You sat silently in your trailer as you thought about the conversation you had just had . You knew Drew was right. He never actually told you to do any of the things you had done, you had just done them because you believed the relationship was more important than your goals in life. And now you realize it was really you who had left Drew. You could’ve worked through long distance, and followed him to Atlanta later but instead you left your selfishness and anger get the best of you.

You realized it was really you who needed to apologize so you quickly gathered your composer before making your way outside, searching for Drew’s trailer. Once you had found it you began frantically knocking , only for no one to answer.

“ y/n?” You heard from behind you. You turned around for it to be Drew. You wanted to do nothing but run and wrap your arms around him but instead you stood still, looking at him with puffy eyes.

“I-I’m sorry “ you blurted out. Drew’s eyes widened before he grabbed your arm .

“C’mon let’s take this somewhere more private” he spoke , guiding you into his trailer before shutting g the door behind you.

“ Drew you were right . I was just so mad I couldn’t even see that it was really me being selfish. And for that I am so sorry. “ Drew sat quietly , listening to go on and on about how sorry you were even though he had forgave you before he had even dry your own trailer.

“ y/n” he responded interrupting you during your rant . “ y/n just hush for a second” he responded with a slight chuckle . You nodded, wiping your face.

“ y/n I was wrong for not communicating with you. I should’ve chased you and brought you with, and if long distance wouldn’t have worked - I should’ve stayed behind and waited until you finished school” he responded grabbing a hold of your hand. You should your head in disagreement.

“ no, because you wouldn’t be here” you responded .

“ well regardless- I have missed you so damn much” he relied before pulling you towards him, placing his lips against yours. It was weird but such a familiar feeling that you hadn’t even realized how much you had missed it as well.

After both pulled away from the kiss, Drew looked down at you, grinning.

“ what “ you scoffed with a smirk following .

“ I can’t believe we’re about to play enemies on this show “ he spoke out causing you both to laugh loudly.

*****

It had been over a month since you and Drew reconnected. Things had definitely began to look up for the both of you. You had made many friends amongst the cast and even though you and Drew weren’t dating, feelings were definitely sparking between the two.

“ what are you up to tonight?” Drew asked as you both sat in the field , watching the cast film a scene.

“ I was honestly going to just stay in my apartment and watch tv tonight. You?” You responded, leaned back against the grass propped up on your hands.

“ oh” he replied, looking back out into the field.

“ I am making mom‘s chicken casserole so I was going to see if maybe they wanted to come over and have some?” He asked. You grinned. His mother’s chicken casserole was one of your favorite dinners she had ever made and Drew knew that. You nodded with a grin plastered across your face causing Drew too smile as well. You could almost say his cheeks were turning red. 

***

You sighed heavily as you looked over your outfit in your mirror in your bathroom. You wanted to look cute, but casual so you dressed in jeans and a loose pink tank, a few pieces of jewelry and tennis shoes.

It was obvious that you were beyond nervous to see him because despite being around Drew, this was the first time you both were going to spend one on one quality time together without somebody else including themselves in. just being able to be around him though and spending time with him even if it included others, you had regrown the feelings you once had for Drew over time, but you weren’t sure at this point if the feelings were mutual. Drew had changed and matured so much over the few years you had been away , and of course you had too so things were the same , but very different.

“ hey” Drew said with a smile as he opened the door, seeing you stand on the other side.

“ hey” you grinned slyly before walking in.

“ mmmm” you moaned out, smelling the food in the oven. “ boy does that bring back memories .” Drew chuckled before scratching the back of his head nervously .

“ yeah I was thinking the same” he replied before making his way into the kitchen, opening the oven to check on it.

You looked around his apartment. It was crazy to see that his style in furniture and agriculture was still the same as it was when he was younger.

It almost made you sad that you had missed out on Drew’s growth since college. You quickly shook the sadness feeling away before making your way next to him , watching contently as he took the pan out of the oven.

“ oooohh yum” you beamed excitedly placing your hands together in front of you.

“ want to grab the plates?” He asked as he grabbed a spatula to help break the chicken up. You nodded before making your way to his cabinet, grabbing two plates out. It was quiet as you both fixed your plates, making your way to his couch. Since the producers only provided studio sized apartments for the time you were there , there wasn’t much space for tables so it was either the couch or standing.

“ Drew, I know I haven’t said this yet, but I am so proud of you” you finally spoke, breaking the silence. He looked over at you , a grin forming against his face as he chewed through his bite.

“ I’m serious “ you responded , not taking your eyes off of Drew. “ imagine if I really held you back like I tried . You wouldn’t be where you’re at now.“ you said. It was almost like you were saying it to yourself . You were finally realizing that it was you in the wrong in the long run. To even ask Drew to stay behind and not follow his dreams was just selfish .

“Y/n stop beating yourself over this okay? We’ve both made decisions in the past that we regret but look at us now” he responded. He didn’t need to go into detail but he was right . It became silent once again, just the sound of his tv going in the background ( that neither of you were actually paying attention to) .

“ this honestly tastes just like your moms” you laughed out in shock.

“ yanno why do you sound so surprised?” He jokingly argued, his head cocked towards you.

“ because Drew” you laughed out thinking of the memory you were about to speak of. “ you couldn’t even cook your hot pocket in the microwave without burning it” you both laughed as you thought about Drew’s multiple attempts to cooking that never worked out. When the laughing between you two died down, Drew stared intently into your eyes before he leaned in, placing his lips against yours. Your body immediately pushed forward towards his, pressing into the kiss.

Your eyes widened once you realized what was happening before pulling away, placing your hands over your mouth.

“ Drew” you spoke out softly. You were so unsure on whether this was really what he wanted that you didn’t want him to do something he’d regret.

“ y/n it’s okay” he reassured gently, before placing his hands against the side of your face, placing his lips against yours once again. This time you caved in, your hands finding their way to the back of his head, your fingers intwining through his hair.

You moaned slightly as his hands pressed firmly against your hips, pulling you up onto his lap. You began moving your hips against his, pressing your crotch against his for friction. Drew’s long fingers pressed against your bottom as he pushed you forward against him, deep throaty groans following behind.

“ lay down on the couch “ he demanded , his voice low and deep. You and Drew had slept together of course when you were younger , but something seemed different this time, more dominant was more like it. You bit your bottom lips as you removed yourself from Drew, quickly pushing your jeans down and off of you before laying down across the couch as Drew had instructed, your head landed on the arm rest.

Drew hovered over you, placing sloppy kisses down your neck, trailing down to your breast. You watched intensely as he pulled your breast out from above your shirt , groping them in his large hands. You hissed slightly as he pinched around your exposed nipple before placing your right nipple in his mouth.

You closed your eyes in pure bliss, your bottom lip pressed in between your teeth.

Your eyes reopened when you felt his fingers tuck under your underwear, before tugging them down , tossing them next to where your pants laid. Your eyes furrowed together . In all the years you had been together, Drew had never given you head . He was just too insecure that he wouldn’t do it good so seeing him down there , his lips trailing up your thigh to your heated core was beyond shocking.

You gasped loudly as he finally placed his mouth where you wanted him, his tongue doing one long stroke against your slit before lightly sucking on your clit.

“ Drew” you moaned out . You were tempted to ask where he learned this from but you knew that wouldn’t be an appropriate question nor would you really want to hear the answer.

At this point Drew was doing wonders on your heated area, so much that you couldn’t even hold the moans in. The way his tongue and finger both simultaneously worked against you had you coming to your orgasm quicker than anything.

“ fuck Drew!” you moaned out as you bucked your hips up against his face as you felt that familiar tingle feeling. Before you could even finish your climax, Drew’s lips clashed against yours, your own taste filling your mouth as his tongue fought for dominance over yours. Drew reached in between the two of you , , pulling his rock hard member out before before quickly sliding into your already soaking wet core.

Your arms looped under his as your hands landed on his back, your nails immediately began to dig as his hips moved at a fast pace against yours . Your body rocked against his couch as he pounded in you over and over, his member filling you more than you had ever remembered. He placed his lips against yours again as you let uncontrollable moans.

Drew placed one hand against the arm of the couch, his bicep flexing over your head as he continued to grind himself into you at continuous beat.

“ god I’m getting close” he groaned out , his words barely audible as he became out of breath from moving so fast .

You quickly wrapped your legs around him, causing him to go in even deeper than before . He threw his head back in pleasure , the veins in his neck popping out as his thrusts became sloppy. You pressed your lips deep against his as you felt yourself cum around him as well as his movements began to slow down, eventually becoming to a haunt.

Drew sat for a second, his forehead placed against yours as he caught his breath before he sat back up off of you, helping you sit up.

It was quiet as you both cleaned yourself before you sat back down on the couch next to him, still slightly worn out.

“ damn Drew “ you laughed out, running your now tangled hair towards the back of your head . “ you fucked the shit out of me “ you stated, causing him to chuckle.

“ like I said , I really missed you over those years” he said with a cocky smirk following . You shook your head while grinning, turning your eyes away from him.

“ do you maybe want to stay the night?” He asked , this time with seriousness. You looked over at him, a smile present on your face .

“ yeah I’d like that” you responded.

Maybe what they say is true.

If it’s meant to be, it’ll find its way back. ❤️

*****

I almost deleted this whole thing because Idk just didn’t really like it but I know I’ve been incognito for almost a week so I figured I’d post it anyways. Another fic called ‘Keep your hands to yourself ‘will be posted tonight though so anyone want to be tagged let me know ❤️

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I have a request with dark prompts and tropes/ kinks from the list.

The Dialogues:

“Please, I have to get home.”

“Don’t move a muscle.”

Tropes:

Stalking/obsession

Kidnapping

(With the character Andy Barber)

Thank you in advance.

Hard day's night

Warning: 18 + Only, dark theme, kidnapping, choking, bondage, non-consent, dubious consent, forced fingering, cream-pie

Note: hope you enjoy

Dark Andy x Reader

The parking garage was partially empty compared to when you first arrived to work. Your heels echoed off the cement garage walls as you searched for where you parked. Some days you were lucky to park on L3 the prized spot closest to the ground, but today you were late and in your hurry you couldn't remember if you were on L5 or L8.

With the car fob in hand you press the unlock button. The familiar beep signaled that you were further away than you anticipated.

*Honk

The loud car horn from behind had you jumping out of your skin and screeching at the top of your lungs. With your heart hammering in your chest you turned only to be immediately blinded by the car behind you.

Blocking the light with your hand, you realized you were wondering in the middle of the driving path. "Sorry" you shouted back, moving over to allow them to pass you.

The black sedan creeped up and idled beside you. You clutched your purse and moved over closer to the side as the window rolled down. You didn't have mace, but you were sure your purse was heavy enough to wheeled as a weapon.

"Sorry I scared you" Andy leaned over, smiling as he looked up at you. It was slightly jarring seeing him like that. He had been extremely combative towards your boss during the deposition, each session ending in a screaming match.

Mr. Thomas, the defense attorney you paralegal for, had always been mild tempered. The objections during Mr. Thomas's cross drew an ire that you had never witnessed before. It was as if he sought to provoke him on purpose. Tempers were so high that Judge Peters threatened both sides with contempt, forcing several recesses to cool them off.

A process that normally lasted a few hours somehow turned into three grueling days of high tensions and long nights going over transcripts.

"Sorry I was in the way. I forgot where I parked." You jiggled your keys, almost embarrassed.

"Get in I'll help you find it. It's really late and you shouldn't be walking alone in the garage like this."

The offer was nice, but getting into the car of opposing console would surely be frowned apron at your firm.

You were about to protest when he unlocked the passenger door. With a sigh of defeat you got inside. Thankfully Mr. Thomas parked in reserved parking on the lower levels. Far from the general parking on the upper floors that you used.

"I assume your late because of me" he laughed lightly as he slowly drove on.

"Yeah its safe to say you are correct" you dryly chuckled as you hid low in the seat. The garage was slightly empty, but you didn't want to take the chance of being seen as doing something inappropriate. Idiot why did you get in the car?

Aside from him being apposing console Mr.Barber made you feel uneasy. During the hours long deposition you would feel a weird tingle, that made you look up from your notepad only to look up and lock eyes with the DA. You shrugged it off as an intimidation tactic used to get under the skin of the opposition.

---

Clicking your fob again you listened for your car, but somehow you were now further than you were originally. "Oh gosh can we turn back? I think I' m further up."

Andy nodded as he continued down the path. The signs above indicating 'More parking turn left' and 'Exit turn right'.

"Why are you still here?" You questioned him as you searched. The deposition ran long, but it ended hours ago.

"Oh.." He said caught off guard as he made a right turn toward the exit. "I spotted an old colleague John Wilson. We chatted for a bit, didn't and realize how late it was until the old ball and chain called."

Your office had a few former district attorneys. Most left the DA's office for the more lucrative life of defense.

"Um Mr.Barber.. you needed to make the left to go back into the garage." You pointed back when Andy made the right turn toward the garage exit.

"You know I'm impressed by your professionalism." Andy ignored and continued down the wrong path. "Thomas is lucky to have you on his team" he explained as he rolled to a stop behind a car inline to exit.

"Um thank you." You shifted in your seat at the impromptued complement. You hadn't done anything special or out of the ordinary. You just took notes like any other paralegal would.

Was he head hunting you? You heard about big firms doing stuff like that, but not for paralegals that were a dime a dozen.

Andy made no effort to change course and you felt increasingly uncomfortable as he inched closer to the exit.

"Um...you know I will just get security to escort me to my car from here." You pointed at the man in the glass box guarding the exit. "Thank you" you reached over to touch the door handle and heard an immediate click of the lock snapping shut.

"Don't move a muscle." You froze at his command.

"I wouldn't get out if I were you." He warned glancing at the rear-view. "Your boss might frown at you getting out of the apposing consoles car."

Stiffly you turned to peak over your seat, a cold chill fell over your body at the sight of Mr. Thomas car waiting in line behind Andy's in the queue. If you got out now you would be in deep shit. You slunk down low in the seat, in a veiled effort to hide. You shouldn't have gotten in this car. What the hell were you thinking?

"Come work for me" Andy casually grabbed his ticket to feed to the machine as he rolled to a stop. So this was just a job offer? If that was the case you were sure there were better ways to go about it. You had a nice chemistry with the old defense attorney and you were not interested in the stress of the DA's office or the pay cut you were sure to get.

"Um I'm not looking for a new job." You rejected him nervously. Hoping he would turn around and let you out.

"At least here my offer."

It seemed as you had no choice in the matter as he proceeded to pull out onto the road.

Your lips pressed into a frown. If you placate him, maybe he would let you go. He was a DA after all he wasn't going to hurt you tried to convince yourself.

"Fine, what is it?"

---

"Come work for me and I don't charge you with witness tempering"

Your eyes went wild at the allegation. "What!"

A lot of firms were dirty, but yours was not one of them. The cases you handled with Mr. Thomas didn't even rise to that level. At most he handled cases of over zealous brokers, financial fraud cases or embezzlement. The only time you ever came in contact with a witness Mr.Thomas was there with you. And even if it did you would never take penitentiary chances to get a leg up on the competition.

"Don't worry it's not true. I know your a good girl" he glanced over at you with a smirk. The praise graded you as you sat still stunned. "But that won't stop me from charging you. I'm willing to bet that until you get yourself untangled from the mess I am going to make of your life, your boss and his associates wouldn't think twice about letting you go."

You stared at him in disbelief. You barely said two words to this man, yet he was ready to blow up your life. And for what? For you to work for him? "And from what I know of paralegal salaries I would bet you could afford a public defender at best."

"Mr. Thomas would defend me" you scoffed.

"I wouldn't count on it. Because I would take him down too if he tried." He was serious.

You fell back on the seat as your head swam with the madness. You tried to think what you could've done to bring this on.

--

You had been to the DA's office a handful of times so when you saw the familiar building in the horizon you shrunk further in the leather seat.

Andy pulled into a reserved parking spot as the clock crept closer to midnight.

You didn't belong here. Maybe if you got out you could run for it. Make a mad dash somewhere and call the cops. But what would you say? The DA threatened you with a job, kidnapped you and took you to his office? They would think you were insane.

"Let's start your interview." He announced as he killed the engine. You pursed your lips and frowned deeply.

You were being made to interview for a job you didn't want nor ask for.

“Please, I have to get home.”

Andy paid you no mind, slamming the door in the face of your plea. Your eyes followed him as he headed toward the stone steps to the building.

What did he expect for you to do? Show up tomorrow at your office and sit on prosecutions side? You doubted the judge nor your boss would allow that to fly.

You watched him as you stayed paralyzed in the car. This had to be a joke or a dream. Had you slipped in the parking garage earlier and bumped your head. You tried pinching yourself to snap out of it only to be disheartened by the gravity of this situation.

---

Andy led you down the empty hallways, until he stopped at a door that bared his name.

You stood back while he unlocked it and motioned you to go inside. You couldn't move, dread cemented you in place. It was a miracle he had got you to come this far.

Andy tsked and shook his head in disappointment as he walked inside.

You tried to play back every encounter, every word you could've uttered that could've spearheaded this, but there was nothing.

You would've been surprised if he even knew your name, you couldn't even recall it being mentioned during the depositions.

While you drowned in despair Andy shimmed out of his blazer, tossing it on a chair off to the side.

"You're wasting your potential with Thomas" Andy declared, perching himself on the edge of his desk.

"I can tell your very focused and career driven." He continued on. It was surreal, watching him unbutton and roll up his sleeves. Like a disappointed father ready to reprimand their child.

"I noticed it from the start." The anticipation of what was to come became too much under the weight of his stare. You hugged yourself defensively while warm Tears streamed down your cheek.

It was as if he were a wolf ready to swallow you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut unable to hold his stare.

"Eyes on me" he said firmly. You sniffed uncontrollably as you forced them back open. "Good girl" Andy praised, adjusting his cock. He delighted in this, wetting his bottom lip, reveling in your discomfort.

"With a little more discipline and guidance you will reach your full potential. And I want to help you do that" Andy grunted as he loosened then knot of his tie.

Andy stayed sat before you unmoved by your tears as he slipped the fabric from around his neck, pulling it taunt with one hand while wrapping it around the other.

"You just need a firm hand to mold you. Or you can stay out there and watch as I turn your world upside down."

What could you say? He had you where he wanted you. You held your head low, sobbing to yourself as you approached him. You were no match for the power of the DA's office.

Andy rose from his perch and circled you like a shark with blood in the water. "Hands behind your back." He whispered into the shell of your ear. You looked back at him eyes wet with tears pleading. He sighed disappointed again taking matters into his own hands. You whimpered as he pried your hands from their hold, forcing them behind your back.

"Please Mr. Barber " you chanted as he encompassed your wrist with the tie. Knotting it so tight you feared for the circulation of your hands.

---

Andy's firm body pressed against you, his arms wrapped around you, roaming your body freely. The fabric of the tie burned as you struggled to free yourself. He ripped open your cheap blouse with ease, groping your breast over your bra. You withered in his embrace, unable to fight back.

"You made it hard to concentrate" he hummed into your neck while he played with your hard nipples over the fabric. The heat of his breath and the kneading of your breast electrified the coil that tightened in your core.

You tried to crouch into your shoulders, but Andy cupped your chin harshly. Forcing you to expose your neck to him and endure his assault. You went rigid when his other hand started to trail down your abdomen, tunneling past your waistline in desperate pursuit of your mound.

"Sitting so quiet, taking notes."

Your tears glazed Andy's hand as he forced you to look at him as he plunged beneath the elastic of your panties. His eyes clouded with lust at the sight of your facial contortions. Your clit buzzed as his fingers moved over it. You clamped your thighs tightly around his palm in an effort to stop further intrusion, but he pressed on. Rubbing firmly against your mound repeatedly, sparking an unwanted warmth. You felt shame and guilt as heat pooled in his hand.

"Hmmm so ready to be my perfect little helper." Andy purred.

"Are you ready to be molded by me" he teased. Andy pushed his fingers inside of you, releasing a gasp you could not contain.

"Fuck you're so tight" Andy cursed in your ear while he fingered you.

You bit down on your lip to stop the moan trapped in your throat. The embarrassing wetness, the involuntary moans, it was as if your body no longer belonged to you. Andy manipulated you like a puppet on a string.

You exhaled deeply when he pulled his fingers from you and released your neck. You panted from the over stimulation.

He built up a need and left you cradling on the edge. Without warning Andy spun you by the shoulder to face him.

"Look at you my needy little helper. Ready to learn." He smirked at you.

Your eyes went wide when he began unfastening his belt. You didn't want to find out what he would use that for. Your flight response started to kick into high gear as he closed the space between you.

Reflexively you took a step backwards, almost stumbling to the floor when you tripped on the leg of the chair behind you.

There was no way out of the room without going past him. You doubted you would get far even if you tried. The back of your legs hit his desk, halting your movements.

"Gonna be my perfect little helper?"

You opened your mouth to finally scream, but Andy swiftly rushed you. The grip on your neck felt deadly as you croaked. He leaned his weight on you, tipping you over until you slammed hard on his desk.

Whatever trinkets he had on his desk dug into your back and arms painfully. Andy wedged himself between your thighs, and haphazardly fumbled with his pants. Pushing them down with one hand as he kept you pinned with the other. You bucked and squirmed when you felt his need pressed on your pelvis.

Your skirt had rode up past your waist leaving your thin panties the last line of defense.

"Don't do this please Mr. Barber please I'll work for you please." Choked out incoherently.

You bucked more feverishly when he yanked your panties to the side. The tip of his cock lined up against your entrance.

"That's it. That's my good little helper. So wet for me." Andy praised as his sunk into you as he kept a firm hold on your neck. Your pussy pulsed around him as you strained to adjust. He made you painfully full.

Andy lifted up your left thigh, allowing himself to sink deeper. The added weight of him on top of you married with the pain from your arms.

His focused grip on your neck helped muffle your mewls, but not the sloppy sounds of your cunt. You turned away from his face as he rolled his hips into you. Only to be met with the smiling faces of his family. The facade of his wholesome life seemingly entrained by your predicament.

"Perfect little cunt fits me so well."

Your pussy clenched with every praise to your shame. There was no way to bite back the need he fed deep within you. Your stomach tensed as a staggered moan fell from your mouth.

Your feet curled in the air as your thighs squeezed around him. You felt of mix of shame and disappointment as you came around his cock.

Loosening his grip on your neck Andy could no longer hold himself back. He filled you to the brim, his seed seeped out of you as you milked him dry.

He laid on you briefly, panting heavily before pulling off. Carefully adjusting himself as he watched his cum drizzle down your raw cunt. "Get yourself cleaned up. We have cross in a few hours."

[ruzek-halstead]

i found my hand is holding yours

so this started as a drabble and was supposed to be hella short, but please enjoy 1.6k words of julie and luke being absolutely adorable. 

julie has been dealing with a persistent classmate who won’t take no for an answer, so luke accompanies her to their end-of-the-term party in hopes to get the point across. 

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"okay, so i have a really weird favour to ask.”

luke looked up from his guitar, arching a brow at julie's obvious distress. they had been at it for a few hours, trying to write a new song, but the motivation wasn't really flowing. ultimately they decided to separate and see what they could come up with on their own. it was a bit pointless since all luke could think about was the girl in the corner and all of his feelings for her.

"there are only a handful of things i wouldn't do for you, jules. so, shoot."

the apparent blush on her cheeks was unavoidable, so she pulled a few stray curls out from behind her ears. 

"would you mind coming with me to this end of term party type thing?" julie asked, hesitantly biting her lip. it wasn't that she didn't think he'd be up for it, it was just the uncomfortableness of the entire situation. "it's for everyone in our music program. but there's just this guy who isn't really getting the hint and i figure if —" luke's eyes snapped over to her nervous and fiddling figure as soon as she mentioned a boy. "i'll be there," he replied instantly. his limited motivation to continue strumming his guitar until he found a melody he enjoyed immediately disappeared, and all he could think about was that julie had been feeling uncomfortable lately, and he had no idea. "he's not like a bad guy or anything!" julie rushed to add, because she had a heart of gold and always sought the best in people. "he's sweet, really — sort of. he's just also very persistent and i'm not —" "you don't need to explain," luke told her, shooting her a lopsided grin to calm her nerves. "i'll be there." it was a blessing in disguise that the boys could now be seen by everyone, and not just when they were performing with julie. she would feel much more comfortable with luke by her side; he was her anchor, and it helped that he was so protective, that hopefully he would help get the hint across to her surprise suitor. she knew what luke was thinking; was it nick? and the answer was no. they were friends now, nothing more. but a few months back, a new student joined their program, and he was partnered with julie for a few exercises. she didn't think anything of it, being friendly and polite as per her usual. it seemed like somewhere along the way, he developed feelings for her and no matter how many times she said no to a date, he kept asking. something about persistence? julie hated it. he was still constantly polite and respectful, but the mere fact that he wouldn't take no for an answer was severely unnerving for her. she hoped him seeing her with luke would get the hint across that she wasn't interested (and if it led him to believe that she wasn't available, then so be it). the music program party was being held in the school gym, filled with games, snacks and of course, an open mic. even though julie was a tad bit nervous to attend, luke confidently grabbed onto her hand and quite literally dragged her into the gymnasium. "socialization is good for you, jules," he had said teasingly, to which julie squeezed his hand painfully. he shot her a wolfish grin in response. "i'm going to get us drinks, you good?" luke pondered, ducking his eyes to meet hers. he could tell how nervous she looked by the way she couldn't stop moving her hands, and it irritated him that someone was making her feel weary like this. "jules," he repeated, squeezing her hand. julie nodded, raising her chin in a more obvious display of confidence. "i'm good," she insisted. he pulled on their hands until he was out of her reach and hers dropped back down to her side. the gym was decently filled; julie recognized a number of familiar faces as she actively searched for flynn, who had shot her a message saying she was already here. as she was distracted searching through the crowd, she didn't notice the one person she was trying to avoid. his name was caden, and he was cute and sweet, but he was just not getting it. "hey julie! it's nice to see you!" his hands were shoved into the front pockets of his jeans as he rocked back and forth. "are you planning on singing tonight?" julie shot him a polite smile. she just didn't have it in her to be mean, but she knew if she was a bit more direct and aggressive, this entire situation might end here and now. "probably not. i don't plan on staying long." "oh," his eyes widened, and suddenly julie knew that was the wrong thing to say. "did you maybe want to go out after? coffee or something?" julie felt her panic start to climb its way up her throat; god, where the hell was luke? it's okay, she just had to let him down again. "uh, actually —" "here you go, jules!" julie almost screamed in relief when she heard luke's familiar voice. he slipped in next to her, bumping her hip clumsily. to the untrained eye, it looked like he was just being a walking hazard, but julie knew it was on purpose. he was a touch-oriented person, and his touch soothed julie; they both knew that. luke handed julie a cup of punch, and his gaze flitted to caden, who was staring at them with wide blue eyes. "oh hey! my name's luke, i'm in the band with julie." with his free hand, he reached over to shake caden's hand. caden looked surprised and a tad disappointed, but he was nothing but respectful to luke as he introduced himself. "i'm caden, one of julie's classmates." a comfortable silence passed among them as their focus was directed to the stage where one of their classmates was performing. luke could sense julie's tension and his free hand reached down for hers. he didn't outright tangle their fingers together but his pinky reached out to wrap with hers in a comforting gesture. it gave her the power to do whatever she felt comfortable with. unbeknownst to them, caden watched their entire interaction, and even though he was disappointed, only a blind person wouldn't see their obvious connection. it suddenly dawned on him why julie never seemed to reciprocate his intentions, and he couldn't believe he'd never caught on before (he saw their performances on youtube videos). "ah, so you two are...?" caden trailed off, unsure of what to label it. luke and julie glanced over at him, julie with furrowed eyebrows, and luke with a somewhat smug but innocent expression. "oh, we're not re—" julie started to say, but caden shook his head, smiling. "i should've figure it out sooner," he added, "i've seen the youtube videos. you can't fake that chemistry." luke pursed his lips at the use of the word chemistry. at one point, he'd deny it, but at this point? it would be an outright lie. julie, however, just looked confused. "sure, but that's no—" "it's okay julie, you don't have to explain," caden insisted. "i see the way he looks at you, and i get it now. i'll see you around," he smiled, waving before he walked away. luke awkwardly sipped his drink. he wasn't expecting to be put on blast like that. he couldn't exactly control his eyes and what they did when they looked at julie. she was the embodiment of beauty and music and perfection, and that was everything luke saw when he looked at her. if he was exhibiting 'heart-eyes' (as alex and reggie had told him multiple times), he couldn't stop it. "okay, well, i guess that worked," julie smiled, tapping her cup against luke's in cheers. "although, i wonder why he thought we were — you know." luke glanced over at her. she was watching the stage performance with such a sense of innocence that luke almost didn't want to burst her bubble. almost. "come on, jules," he chuckled, shaking his head when she turned to him with questioning eyes. "you know why." julie pursed her lips, holding his steady gaze. it was challenging because his eyes were absolutely gorgeous and intense, and clearly the way he looked at her made her feel things. sometimes she could feel his gaze on her while she played piano, or while she studied for a test or wrote excitedly in his (their) song journal. sometimes she would look over at him and he'd already be looking at her. and at first, he would look away in embarrassment, but now, he would hold her gaze, sometimes even going as far to send a smirk to really throw her off her game and fluster her. something had changed between them along the way and they both knew it. they just hadn't decided when was the right time to address it. the truth was luke could be ripped away at any moment; the thought caused julie to live in a constant state of paralyzing fear. and so, the time never felt right. "yeah," julie mumbled, reached for his hand again. "i do." julie didn't end up leaving early. she found herself in the corner of the gym, leaning against the wall with luke's arm wrapped securely around her shoulders. they watched performance after performance and they couldn't even be bothered to get up on stage and show them what a real duet looked like because they were so comfortable in each other's arms. and as julie tipped her head onto luke's shoulder, a sudden wave of exhaustion overtaking her, she knew caden never had a chance because her heart was already taken.

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